Saturday, April 21, 2012
Just Like Rush Hour
What else can I possibly do, if God chooses to hide his face from me, except wait? Be here ... and wait. Wait for God's mind to change. Wait for God's face to turn. Wait, not in despair but with hopeful certainty that God will make his way around to me again at some point. It's like waiting in a doctor's office or in a line of traffic. I cannot speed up the doctor's schedule by growing irate or hurry the cars in front of me with my finger-tapping, any more than I can rush God's attention. I can only be here and trust that God is still there (even if he's not here).